Lee Sin's Bizarre Adventure

Chapter 246 The Method of Perception

The most dangerous place is the safest place. Most people would never think that Hormaggio would dare to shrink himself to such a defenseless figure, and then hide on the enemy at the risk of being crushed to death.

At the beginning, Mista also made the mistake of being dark under the lights like ordinary people, and didn't even think about himself.

But now, after a while, Mista stopped running away and began to check his pockets very purposefully.

Obviously, he has detected the opponent's hiding trick.

Holmaggio couldn't figure out why his tracks were exposed so quickly:
The intelligence did not say that Mista had any perception ability.

Did Mista come up with inspiration by accident, or did he just accidentally make some movement in his pocket?
Or, was the guy simply trying to get his phone out of his pocket?
It was difficult to get an answer to this question for a while, but no matter what, Mista's big hand had already slapped him in the face.

Although Mista's hand had shrunk to the size of an undeveloped child, it was still a fatal attack for Hormagio who was less than ten centimeters in size.

Now the "why" is not the most important thing, but the "how".

And Holmaggio certainly knew what to do: he dared to hide himself in Mista's pocket, so he was naturally prepared with an escape method that he could get out at any time.

So, before Mista was about to pat himself into a doughnut with his palm, Holmaggio suddenly took out a ballpoint pen from his pocket.

This ballpoint pen also shrunk proportionally with Hormagio's shrinkage before, and now it is only about the thickness of a hair.

"Grow bigger!"

With a thought, Holmaggio released the shrinking state of the ballpoint pen.

The ballpoint pen grew suddenly from a small size, like a magical Ruyi golden cudgel. During the instant expansion, it pushed Holmaggio, who was still a villain, into the sky in one fell swoop.

With the help of the thrust generated by the object's expansion and expansion, as well as the spring force of the ballpoint pen itself, Holmaggio successfully jumped into the air before Mista's big hand came, and safely escaped the shocking attack. fatal blow.

Just like that, Holmaggio's small figure drew a concealed path in the air, and soon fell silently on the roadside a few meters away.

The physical impact that a person can withstand is related to the cross-sectional area of ​​the skeletal muscle, which is proportional to the square of the length; while the kinetic energy depends on its own mass, which is related to the volume, and is proportional to the cube of the length.

If the height is reduced by 10 times, the ability to withstand impact will be reduced by 100 times, while the impact force on the human body will be reduced by 1000 times during free fall.

Because of this, after human beings are scaled down, their ability to withstand external physical shocks will actually be greatly enhanced.

This "human cannon" escape method is definitely not dead or disabled for a normal-sized human being.But for Holmaggio who was nearly twenty times smaller in proportion, such damage could be easily endured.

So, he landed on the side of the road unscathed like this, and then quickly hid behind the street tree standing beside him.

When Mista's hand slapped heavily on the second pocket, all he touched was a ballpoint pen that suddenly popped out of the pocket.

"That guy really found me—"

"He was just 'slapping' instead of 'groping.'"

"This shows that he has determined that I am in that pocket with a high probability, so he will directly attack with such great strength!"

Hiding behind a street tree a few meters away, Holmaggio thought solemnly.

He has already put away the previous contempt, and his heart is full of caution.

At this time, Mista, who was a few meters away, was thinking about the ballpoint pen that popped out of his pocket.

He seemed to have seen through Hormaggio's escape technique, so he was only stunned for a while before turning his head and looking around nervously.

Hormaggio hastily hid himself deeper behind the tree trunk:
"That guy is looking for me with his eyes? It seems that what the intelligence said is not wrong"

"He really doesn't have any means of perception, otherwise he wouldn't have searched with the naked eye as soon as he found out that I had escaped."

"In this case, why was I discovered just now?"

"Is it really just because of his 'whim'?"

With doubts in his heart, Hormaggio carefully hid it.

He was waiting for Mista's figure to shrink further under the ability of the little feet, and he was also nervously thinking about the method that the other party had just discovered.

But amidst Holmaggio's vigilant observation, Mista's performance was faintly unexpected.

First, Mista made no further attempts to escape.

Holmaggio can understand this point:

After all, his enemy is not an immobile clay puppet, and even if he runs away, he may not be able to get rid of his pursuit.

Now that he has some kind of ability to "perceive the enemy", it's better to stay and solve the problem once and for all before he shrinks to the point where he can't fight.

However, Mista's behavior after staying here is a bit puzzling:

Instead of looking around and observing with the naked eye, he closed his eyes and lowered his head, looking completely without any intention of looking for the enemy.

He just stood there blankly, staring at the ground with all his attention, his eyes focused as if money grew out of the ground.

"The ground. Is there anything on the ground?"

"By the way, he stopped to look at the ground for a while before he suddenly started to check his pockets."

"Could it be that the secret of that guy's ability to discover my tracks is on the ground?"

Hormagio suddenly thought of Mista's strange behavior just now.

He quickly followed Mista's gaze to look at the concrete road over there.

After "looking into the distance" for a while, he finally saw clearly those little things that had been crawling around on the ground:
Ants, a group of ants.

These tiny creatures gathered more and more on the road at some point, and even formed a long column in a very disciplined manner.

"Ants. Why is he looking at ants?"

Holmaggio vaguely thought of something.

He had doubts in his heart, only to hear another piercing scream of "Zhi Zhi" suddenly sounded in his ears.

It turned out that there were a few huge sewer mice poking their heads out of the wide drain, staring at him and grinding their teeth excitedly from afar.

Seeing the excitement of those mice waving their paws, they seemed to be unable to hold back any time and rushed towards Hormaggio over here.

"These mice aren't quite right either."

Holmaggio felt more and more bad:
Although the aggressiveness of mice is not weak, this animal is cautious and timid by nature.

When they encounter unknown creatures, even small ones like Holmaggio, they will first hide and observe and judge carefully, instead of being like a dog smelling meat like now Drooling at him from afar.

Unless these mice have directly skipped the observation procedure and judged him as food as soon as they met.

"food."

Holmaggio suddenly thought of something:
"That's right, I am food in the eyes of ants and mice now!"

"Because I'm covered in ice cream, which is the favorite sweet treat of these bugs and mice."

"No wonder Mista has been observing the ground, he is using those ants to find my direction!"

It's all because Hormaggio was too hasty to spill the ice cream on himself.These high-calorie, sweet and greasy things have been sticking to his body for a long time, and he can't get rid of them no matter how he shakes them off.

Ants can use their sense of smell to perceive food information within tens of meters, and Holmaggio, who is covered in ice cream, naturally becomes the target of these little things.

He is now like a bran chicken drumstick fried golden on both sides, which can be regarded as making the nearby "children" cry.

Therefore, as long as he observed the direction the ants were following the scent, Mista could roughly deduce where he was hiding.

And the fact is just as Holmaggio expected:
After some observations, Mista suddenly showed his pistol, and he has roughly confirmed the direction of the enemy:

"There, near that street tree!"

Bullets shot out in the flames.

No.1 among the sexy pistols rides on this bullet, gallops like a chasseur on the prairie, and observes the surrounding movements carefully all the time.

After all, ants can only point out a rough direction, and the specific location of the enemy has to be detected by Mista's stand-in with naked eyes.

Soon, the moment the bullets whizzed past the tree trunk
Holmaggio's ashen face appeared.

(End of this chapter)